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I have my mother's antique ring from the 1940s. It looks like tanzanite.?

However tanzanite supposedly wasn't discovered until the '60s. Is there tanzanite jewelry from an earlier time? (I plan to take it to an appraiser)

Your best bet is to take the ring to a jewelry store and ask them about the ring. Some people who have been in the buisness a long time may be able to tell you some of the history on different stones etc.

2006-02-17 09:38:18 by B0FF0 | Posted in Other - Business & Finance

I want a sink top mangle to help with ringing out clothes and I have arthritis in my hands?

I don't want an antique one!

Try best buy and some of the others to carry those.................

2006-04-22 09:51:38 by julie22558 | Posted in Cleaning & Laundry

Favorite gemstone?

What is your favorite gemstone, and why?
Imagine diamonds did not exist... what would you chose as your engagement ring's stone? What kind of design -contemporary, antique...-? Thank you!

Chrome Red Spinel in its unpolished form - an octahedral crystal habit - set in an antique design.

2006-05-09 05:26:35 by dalecantila | Posted in Weddings

how can i find an engagement ring designer?

custom platinum/white gold engagemen rings. preferably antique and/or vintage style.

Sounds beautiful someone is going to be sooo happy...Congratulations & good luck. Look in the yellow pages??

2006-05-10 20:15:06 by Samson | Posted in Weddings

what is this thing called, explained below?

its like an antique solar system, it has rings and an arrow going through it, its on a stand, [people usually display it in a garden]

A sundial

2006-05-22 00:20:38 by noogney | Posted in Decorating & Remodeling

What is John Keats really saying in his poem ODE TO PSYCHE? Need your opinion?

O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,
And pardon that thy secrets should be sung
Even into thine own soft-conched ear:
Surely I dreamt to-day, or did I see
The winged Psyche with awaken'd eyes?
I wander'd in a forest thoughtlessly,
And, on the sudden, fainting with surprise,
Saw two fair creatures, couched side by side
In deepest grass, beneath the whisp'ring roof
Of leaves and trembled blossoms, where there ran
A brooklet, scarce espied:

Mid hush'd, cool-rooted flowers, fragrant-eyed,
Blue, silver-white, and budded Tyrian,
They lay calm-breathing, on the bedded grass;
Their arms embraced, and their pinions too;
Their lips touch'd not, but had not bade adieu,
As if disjoined by soft-handed slumber,
And ready still past kisses to outnumber
At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love:
The winged boy I knew;
But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove?
His Psyche true!

O latest born and loveliest vision far
Of all Olympus' faded hierarchy!
Fairer than Phoebe's sapphire-region'd star,
Or Vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky;
Fairer than these, though temple thou hast none,
Nor altar heap'd with flowers;
Nor virgin-choir to make delicious moan
Upon the midnight hours;
No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet
From chain-swung censer teeming;
No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat
Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming.

O brightest! though too late for antique vows,
Too, too late for the fond believing lyre,
When holy were the haunted forest boughs,
Holy the air, the water, and the fire;
Yet even in these days so far retir'd
From happy pieties, thy lucent fans,
Fluttering among the faint Olympians,
I see, and sing, by my own eyes inspir'd.
So let me be thy choir, and make a moan
Upon the midnight hours;
Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet
From swinged censer teeming;
Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat
Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming.

Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane
In some untrodden region of my mind,
Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain,
Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind:
Far, far around shall those dark-cluster'd trees
Fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep;
And there by zephyrs, streams, and birds, and bees,
The moss-lain Dryads shall be lull'd to sleep;
And in the midst of this wide quietness
A rosy sanctuary will I dress
With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain,
With buds, and bells, and stars without a name,
With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign,
Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same:
And there shall be for thee all soft delight
That shadowy thought can win,
A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,
To let the warm Love in!

John Keats was a passionate admirer of truth, beauty, soul and intellect, especially when these were embodied in forms from ancient Greek mythology. He was also big on odes - poems of praise. Here he has chosen Psyche to praise, a mortal later turned into a goddess, even more beautiful than Athena, the goddess of beauty, who has sent her son Eros among mortals to fetch her. But, instead of bringing Psyche back, Eros has fallen in love with her. So Keats, in a waking dream sees the two together in a forest glade, representing to him the irresistible joining of beauty, soul and intellect, and falls into praising the beauty of Psyche with all his poetic might. He sort of drops Eros from the picture for a while and says he will, in his mind, build Psyche a sanctuary and be her priest. What he is really doing is building her a temple of words in this ode that will last a very long time. At the very end, he recalls neglected Eros and leaves a casement window open at night "to let the warm Love in!" What he is really getting at, I think, is the use of beauty to describe and immortalize beauty - the beauty of his words and thoughts to describe the beauty of soul and intellect joined in these two forms from ancient Greece.

2006-05-27 08:40:34 by Sweet | Posted in Other - Arts & Humanities

i am looking for a mother pearl ring to see how much it is worth it is an antique?

hold on to it

2006-06-07 20:34:49 by dondon | Posted in Fashion & Accessories